[There is a yell, then someone bangs furiously on a door. If you're on the third floor, you may hear the entire thing first-hand. The voice is gruff, frustrated, and just the tiniest bit desperate; she's kept her American accent, so if you know any of our resident RDJs it probably sounds pretty darned familiar.]
Let me in. Let. me. in. This really
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Catch the pretty boy looking less polished than usual? I like it.
I'll admit, my own guise affords certain... opportunities. Ones that I'd be more willing to seize if I didn't find the entire business so thoroughly disconcerting.
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